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Photography Session: Session One | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. Photography Session: Session One. April 2, 2010. The story is multiple parts. This is part one. Here’s part two. 8220;Come on. Just a little more.”. 8220;Damn it. Don’t start moving yet! A crash. I winced. Oh. That sounded like a soft box. For the love of-Haven’t you ever fake it before? It’s the same thing! A pause. UghAre you serious? This is what they send me? Another thump, then the sound of high heels clicking across the tile floor. Get your ass in here! He pa...
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Captivity | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. May 5, 2010. I wanted to see what it would be like to write high fantasy erotica. It’s harder (much, much harder) than I thought. The way that he moved was memorizing, even Kal couldn’t deny that. His captors had made sure to snatch it away, right before they set out to break him. Seven days. They came close to it on the eighth. Why, for the love of the High Bitch, was it forged of silver? He struggled to keep his face impassive as the flaxen hair whispered against...
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Photography Session: Session Four | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. Photography Session: Session Four. April 26, 2010. Final snippet: fourth of four. His voice was low, intimate- the sound of candlelit bedrooms and moonless nights, clandestine meetings and fevered kisses. And somehow it scared me more than anything he’d said or done. I wet my lips. Not that you’re complaining. The fingers that curled beneath my chin and tilted my head up were hot, steady. The lights flashed in my eyes again, but I kept them open, letting the br...
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Audiophile | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. August 2, 2012. The low growl in his voice drew a teasing finger down her spine. She arched into it, sheets wrinkling beneath her, damp fabric clinging to her thighs. Liquid, rich timbre weighed against her chest, rolled in her belly, calling forth a familiar, singing ache that reverberated between her thighs in steady, demanding thrums. She rippled to the crash of cymbals, her voice rising in breathless harmony against his. Fingers plunged, filled, and emptied...
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Power | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. May 21, 2010. 8220;You want me.”. A low laugh. “Is that a question or a statement? 8220;You should know.”. 8220;Yeah.” A pause. “I should.”. 8220;Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong? 8220;You’re so sure, aren’t you? 8220;It’s a talent. Are you? 8220;Yes.”. 8220;Liar.”. 8220;How much do you want me? 8220;Yes.”. 8220;You’re operating under the assumption that I do.”. 8220;You’re not fooling anyone, least of all, me.”. 8220;Tell me.”. 8220;I did.”. 8220;But most o...
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EllaRegina: Rear View Auto Show, a Story
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Words worth 1,000 pictures. 18 and older, please. Sometimes the words / pictures are dirty. Saturday, July 18, 2009. Rear View Auto Show, a Story. The result of another 250-word story contest. Presented by Alison Tyler. Auto Erotica." No, not that. Kind of auto-erotica, but the sort involving sex and a vehicle. She invited us to start revving our engines and so I did, even though the particular automobile I describe is not moving. That would have been very dangerous. Fasten your seatbelts for a nasty ride.
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Kathleen Bradean: Writing This Novel - "As you know, Jim"
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Writing With Intent to Arouse. Saturday, April 13, 2013. Writing This Novel - "As you know, Jim". I watched the premier episode of Da Vinci's Demons last night. The historical inaccuracies drove me a bit bonkers, but if I approach it as alternate history/ steampunk renaissance, I suppose I can forgive that. What I can't forgive were the multitude of "As you know, Jim" speeches. Whether its television or a novel, writers should do everything they can to avoid them. So, what's an "An you know, Jim," speech?
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Kathleen Bradean: May 2013
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Writing With Intent to Arouse. Monday, May 27, 2013. Writing This Novel part VII (submissions). Literary erotica is written in the genre style of literary fiction, but it can have a happily-ever-after ending and it may focus on a relationship. Rather than emotional bonding though, sex scenes are (normally) used to define or change a character. Still don’t know where your book falls in the spectrum? No I didn’t see the point. I didn’t want to do business with a company that proved they had...After I knew ...
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Bound By Design | Stories of the not-so-innocent designs | Page 2
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. March 21, 2010. In BDSM, edge play is a subjective term for types of sexual play that are considered to be pushing on the edge of the traditional safe, sane and consensual creed. – Wikipedia. She gave the most delicious little yelp when he tugged her face upward, fingers twisted deep within the dark tangle of her curls. But he knew her well enough to spare himself of the illusions that they quivered in anticipation. He saw her tongue curling, shaping for a “L...
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Claimed | Bound By Design
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Stories of the not-so-innocent designs. January 26, 2013. The cuffs closed about his wrists and she wondered for a moment if they felt the same to him as they did to her. She spared a moment to. The Collar by mobiusco-photo. Glance at him. Hair mussed, lips parted, he slept with the same careless ease that carried him through the day. She had loved him. Had loved that unwavering sense of control. 8220;You fell asleep in your office again.”. 8220;This and that.” She tore off a strip of tape. 8221; He tugg...
